Hello, hello! Something new today. I joined a writer’s website, Absolute Write, and from there, a blog chain. The idea is that we all write a post on a topic, and then share!
The topic is “Winter’s Nightmare”, as my regular readers can imagine, only one thing came to my mind. Try as I might I couldn’t shake it. So I decided to take one of my experiences in healing from child abuse and fictionalize it. So this is fiction, a first for me, but yes, it is based on my own experiences. I have to tell you, branching out into fiction was fun, but nerve-racking. I needed a few friends to read this and assure me that it was ok, before I could dare to post it on my blog. Special thanks to them! After my post, you will find a list talented writers and their Winter’s Nightmares, be sure to stop in and visit them!
And here we go…
Winter’s Nightmare
Once the decision was made, he wasted no time in taking me to the entrance of the cave. I had visited there only in my dreams. The lifeless desert and sharp crags of rocks surrounding the cave mirrored what I felt inside. With no sheltering trees, a chill wind pulled at the edges of my cloak. Reflexively I pulled it tighter around me whether from the cold, fear or both, I cannot say. My advisor seemed not to feel the wind, he simply nodded to the entrance of the cave. I held my breath for a moment, then released it. My head ached, and I was nauseous, but I stepped inside. The darkness poured over me like a waterfall. Seeking reassurance, I turned back towards the entrance, and my advisor, but there was only blackness. Other options removed, I took a step, so small it can really not be called a step, deeper into the cave.
“Come,” he breathed for truly it seemed more like a breath than a word. “Come closer.” His words wrapped themselves around me. I felt the pulling sensation magnified. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My body had turned to clay. My mouth seemed filled with sand.
Ancestors forgive me, but I reached deep within and with all the strength I could find I shook my head, “She’s not real. She’s not real. I don’t have to rescue her because she’s not real.” My head was throbbing now. My thoughts churned. I thought I was losing my mind. I cried and tried to grasp on to one thread of reality before it was all snatched from me.
Advisor was there. I stood before him with my head bowed ashamed. “I failed.”
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Amazing, just like you are! I could really feel like I was there. You are brave to share all of this with us. I am lucky to be your friend! Cathy
Even with the comforting veneer of fiction, that's some pretty tough stuff. Good on you for sharing it, even if this month's topic seems to stir up nothing bu troubling memories for everyone.
this is very intense and really immerses you in the situation. really nicely done, and like many other's from the blog chain, you can feel the pain Matt (Turndog Millionaire)
Cathy, I'm the lucky one. Thanks again for your help with this!Orion, thanks. Yes I think the combination of winter + nightmare, is a magnet for troubling memories. I've enjoyed the posts that came from it though!Matt, thank you. Yes, lots of posts that really grip you in this month's blog chain.
Basing your fiction from your own experience gives it the truth that would be missing if you hadn't. Very well written and glad you enjoyed jumping in. :)Great post!
That… was great! Thank you for sharing it with us.
Diane, thanks! Yes, I have really enjoyed the blog chain.Sue, thank you. It's because of kind words like yours that I share.
Excellent job, Leslie. Writing is going to be a healing force for you.
What a great line, "I felt myself being inexplicably drawn inwards, the direction I did not want to go, as if he was inhaling and I, with the air, was being pulled in."Little ghost girls, creepy dark entities, this has all the ingredients of my favorite reads.Nicely done!Wuldn't let me post from WordPress so I used anonymous.drlong67.wordpress.com (inkstrokes)
Oh, creepy – shamanic journey stuff. Very cool!
A haunting story. Well done.
Well written. Thanks for sharing this with us.
Chrysalis Angel, thanks for always being here for me.Inkstokes, thanks, I love that you shared a line that particularly stood out to you.Diane, thanks. Shamic, I like that.Bill, "haunting", that is what I was going for, thank you!Ethan, "well written" are two of my favorite words. 🙂 Thank you!
Thank you for sharing this! I'm embarrassed to admit that I skimmed over your introduction, so I didn't read where you specifically said this was about healing childhood abuse. But you did this so well, that I keyed into that immediately. Very nicely done, and again, thank you for sharing it.
Kimberly, don't tell anyone, but I have been known to skip intros too! Thank you for your kind words.